Page 96 of The Duke's Pet

“Oh! Oh!” she gasped.

He paused and squeezed each cheek, then the spanking continued. She closed her eyes.

How much longer?

She knew she’d be a bright, blistering red by now, and her pussy was hot and needy—she wanted him there.

And then suddenly it stopped.

He shifted, pulling her upright and parting his legs.

She found herself kneeling on the floor between them.

The swift change of position made her dizzy for a moment.

He was releasing his fly-fall.

When she refocused his cock was in front of her, protruding from the gap in his trousers.

He held his hard shaft in one hand, the other he slotted into her hair, dragging on a few of the pins that held it up. “Take me into your mouth,” he said, his voice husky and laced with a note of desperation.

She didn’t answer. His command didn’t require speech, it required action.

Tipping forward, she stroked her tongue over his glans, humming with pleasure as she was reminded of the taste and feel of him.

“More.” He gripped her scalp tighter. “Give me more.”

Stretching her mouth wide, she took him between her lips, then onto her tongue. She sank down, taking him deep just the way he liked.

He groaned, a long indulgent sound that rose up to the high ceiling.

Using her hand, she stroked his shaft as she pulled back. He was so solid, his skin velvet over iron. Already she could taste his seed beginning to leak from his slit.

She dropped down and pulled up. Then repeated the action.

His breaths were hissing in and out between his teeth.

“Oh, God above,” he muttered, suddenly releasing her hair and lodging his hands under her arms. “That’s too good.” He dragged her off his cock.

She pouted. “Sir.”

“Give me that look on your face and you’ll be over my knee again,” he said. “And that’s not where I want you.”

“Where do you want me?”

He gripped his cock and continued to urge her upward. “Ride me. The way you do the horses.”

“Sir?” She was standing now.

“Sit on my cock.” He held it upright. “And hurry up about it.”

She grinned, understanding now what he wanted.

Quickly, she set her folded legs on either side of his and gripped his shoulders. Her pussy kissed the tip of his cock.

“I’ve missed being inside you,” he said, the depths of his dark eyes dancing with desire as he reached behind her for the tail.

He held it between them, then stroked the tip over her nose, then across her cheeks, as if drawing on the whiskers he liked to see on her.

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